The table of fellowship is broken,
As rolls of fresh dollar notes trade hands.
The walls in the area
Find crusade banners decorating them
The mantra of progress lease the air
As manifestoes confine manifestoes the ring of hallucinations
The officeholder says:
Out of the pit of neediness
Will I lift out large numbers of you.
The resistance counters:
For what reason are there actually pits of destitution
Following twenty years of your initiative, sir?
However, when the races came,
The votes counted
Undeniably not exactly the individuals who counted it.
The occupant was confirmed once more.
To the people who question,
The rifles addressed smoothly.
And afterward we asked ourselves,
On the off chance that votes wouldn't count
In any case, the people who counted it
Why hold races?
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